*pokes head out from kitchen*
The stable? Are we getting a horse?
*horrible sreeching, explosion, sounds of general mayhem, etc.*
Also, don't come in.
*goes back*
Absolutely nothing to worry about. It's all under control.
*fights back glowing octopus tentacles with cleaver*
... Uh, still don't come in. *slams door*
*leaves kitchen in a cloud of purple fog*
Soup's on! Now, it's a bit thick, so you might want to get out your knives and forks for this...
What's wrong with him?